#but I will talk about the succs no matter what!!

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

They can clearly see my straw man corporation is not for profit.

All my funds go toward buying my children shit they don't necessarily need, but I try to do better for them then I was done for.

[gutsby]

Mouthful

Pairing: dbf!Joel x Reader

Summary: Joel Miller thinks he’s strong enough to quit it, but something in the way you suck him says he isn’t.

Warnings: 18+. A man with a big, bad oral fixation + lots of love for a sneaky succ. Daddy kink. Dirty talk. Age gap. Blowing Joel under the table at dad’s birthday dinner.

Snippet of Hating Game

He knows better than to let a moan slip at a time like this. Not when he’s sitting at the dinner table; not when he’s surrounded by the people he knows and loves the most. Not when he’s celebrating his best friend’s 51st birthday, and certainly not when that man’s daughter is perched between his thighs, out of sight from every eye but his.

Joel lifts the tablecloth. He almost unloads on the spot.

Seeing your mouth open wide and your lips curled tight around his hot, throbbing member, Joel can’t help but ache for a split-second lapse of judgment—one where he forgets all sense of decorum and simply goes to town on that pretty little face. But, as it is, the rest of the party is totally oblivious to your absence, and he doesn’t want to draw attention to it, or him, by roughfucking your mouth.

That’ll come later.

No, now he’ll let you glide your mouth gently over his shaft, leaving trails of thick spit and hints of a shiny pink lip gloss in its wake. He’ll let you bob your head softly—self-assured in a pace you get to set—and he won’t lay a finger on your face or let a thrust of his get in the way, because this was all about you giving him the pleasure.

That doesn’t mean he can’t steal a glimpse every now and then and pin you with an expectant look when he wants something done a certain way. The room is dimly lit and everyone in it drunk; Joel will gladly take the risk.

‘You can go deeper than that, sweet pea.’

‘Nope, three-fourths ain’t enough, I need your mouth around me whole.’

‘You did wanna make daddy feel good, didn’t ya, sugar?’

He doesn’t have to speak a word of it for you to know what he means. What he needs. You loosen your jaw and stretch your lips even wider, whining just a little when the head of his cock grazes your tonsils.

“Fuck that feels nice,” Joel says aloud.

You freeze.

Then, without missing a beat, you hear him continue just as comfortably, speaking to the people around him,

“Y’all feel that breeze comin’ in?”

Sick fuck. You continue to suck him anyway.

One hand braces tight against Joel’s leg and the other flits shamelessly between your own, and you try not to moan, but the sound escapes anyway. No one hears it, but Joel feels it reverberate down his shaft, and he grips his glass of Merlot like a vice. Your dad shoots him a curious look from across the table but says nothing.

“Can’t get enough’a her, huh?” Tommy grins beside him.

“What?” Joel falters. Sets his drink aside carefully.

Down below, you drag your mouth just far enough to take his tip between your lips and suckle. Joel grunts.

“The wine,” Tommy says, still smiling, “You must love it.”

Joel lets out another strangled breath that he tries to pass off as a chuckle and nods.

“Got me on my fuckin’ knees,” he admits.

And that’s the truth. Starved for air and blinking through tears as you kneel down to blow him, it’s still you with the chokehold on Joel, and both of you know it.

Try as you might to convince yourselves otherwise, the man is enrapt. It’s just that small matter of you being his best friend’s daughter that makes Joel loath to admit it. At any rate, he has your tongue licking stripes up his cock and feels a sudden, sharp clench in his stomach.

He knows he won’t last much longer. Neither will you.

Joel can’t see it now, but you’ve practically soaked your own hand from how hard you’ve been rubbing your clit—and how turned on you are from just sucking his dick, keeping your mouth wide open for a fucking whenever he wants it. While Joel reaches for another draught of wine, you bring one hand to his balls and keep the other at your cunt, triple-tasking like the efficient little slut he needs you to be: sucking, cupping, and rubbing all at once to get the two of you off in one minute or less.

You guide him down to the furthest place in your throat, then push him even deeper. You gag, just slightly, and feel a hand reach down for your cheek. A thumb starts to rub at the tears welled up at the corners of your eyes.

‘Sweet thing hasn’t felt a man this deep before, huh? Wanna swallow some more?’

You nod that you do. Can’t actually hear him now, or see much else besides the soft tufts of hair on his belly, but you can feel a light, heady warmth seep into your brain.

You rut your hips and hope no one drops a fork nearby. Buck desperately into your hand and feel the heat start to swell to a whole new feeling, and suddenly you’re whimpering, whining on Joel’s cock from under the shade of the table and cumming all over your fingers.

Joel returns a quick smile from your father and cracks a joke about the Super Bowl. Raises his hips just the slightest bit and wipes one of your tear-soaked cheeks.

‘Almost there, hon, keep that throat open for daddy.’

All you can do is cry and try your best. Wild feelings from both the slow, deep facefuck he’s giving you and the flurry of euphoric aftershocks coursing all throughout your body make it almost impossible to bear, but you obey your sweet and strong and steady-handed Joel and sense a blossoming desire crop up for something else.

You want to taste him as he blows his load in your mouth, floods your tongue with his spend, and paints every inch of your insides with that hot, sticky stuff.

You need him whole

Your Joel.

In tune with your thoughts—or perhaps just overcome with a need to see you before he reaches his peak—Joel raises the tablecloth when Tommy isn’t looking. His gaze locks on yours and his tongue darts quick between his lips. He cocks a brow. Brushes his thumb up again.

‘Ya want this, darlin’? Want all of me?’

You give one soft, wide-eyed nod, and that’s all he needs.

No sooner do you give him the green light than his cum goes pulsing out in ropes, coating your whole throat and eventually your mouth as you hold still and take it all.

There’s so much more than you thought. So much of Joel that’s been waiting to giving your mouth a proper fucking glaze that once he’s started he just can’t stop. Above the table, your dad shoots a pointed look in his direction—‘You good, man?’—and it takes every ounce of strength in Joel’s body to grit his teeth tight and nod.

He’s filled so much of your mouth it’s spilling out now.

You try to hold steady, keep your movements extra slow. You’d heard your dad’s voice and just know there’d be a lot more on the line than Joel’s dribbling seed if either one of you fuck up now. Your breath catches in your chest, and you feel too afraid to even swallow.

“I just…came,” Joel starts, and your head almost cracks on the wood surface from how abruptly you flinch back,

“—to the realization. That you are so…fuckin’ old, man.”

Your father’s laugh is the first thing you hear, followed by Tommy, your friends, and a dozen other party guests.

The next thing you feel, to your complete and utter shock, is Joel’s cock brushing your cheek. Then your lips. Then your tongue. He slides his still-hard member through the ‘o’ your mouth has made in awe and starts to move in gentle motions back and forth, like a man all but desperate to get a feel for your wet, sodden walls.

A man who can’t risk a glimpse at you now, but wants more than anything to see the mouth he’s just filled.

Your father’s words haven’t even cooled in the air.

Joel Miller, you sneaky, freaky fuck.

As the laughter subsides and Tommy scoots back in his chair, taking leave of your table, you feel a spark ignite. Whether it’s yours or Joel’s or both your perverted minds suddenly alight and insane, you can’t be sure, but you can make out a tablecloth flipping back up above you.

Joel slips his dick out of your mouth and grins. Takes a firm hold of your face under the table so his fingers are practically coaxing your jaw to unhinge before him.

It’s the lowest, slowest, menacing sort of sound you’d ever heard from him before, but it was his all the same.

Speaking to you now, softly, “Show daddy, darlin’.”

Your Joel.

[justalittledumb]

How would Yandere! Ancient cookies go about sharing you?

🍪 Congratulation! Not only did you somehow manage to get some of most powerfull cookies out there to fall for you, but also managed to get them not to kill each other over you. So... What now?

🍪 Well, they share you of course! Specificly they pass you around their kingdoms, every month you are in a diffrent one.

🍪 It's not Perfect, it requires a lot of Traveling to be done, but it's better than having them fight. Besides you don't realy have a choice

⚪ First 2 Months (2 becouse there's 2 of them) you spend with Pure Vanilla and White Lily. (I put these two together since White Lily doesn't have her own kingdom)

🟡 Pure Vanilla is on the more Overprotective side of things, constantly making sure you are comfortable and healing any injuries you might have somehow gained, no matter how small they are.

⚪ White Lily on the other hand is Possessive of you, of course just like Pure Vanilla she also is protective of you, but not nearly as much. She will make sure that nobody that doesn't HAVE to see you, won't.

🟡 Both of the cookies refuse to give you any privacy for your entire forced stay with them.

⚪ You are constantly with at least one of the pair, and even that's rare. If it's possible both of them will make sure you are at arm's lenght at all time.

🟡 It's also rare that you'l get to leave the castle. They are PARANOID about your safety, it doesn't matter that Vanilla Kingdom is Has Basicly no threats.

⚪ You are also forced to share bed with them, every night you are sandwiched between the 2 cookies, and believe me, they will CLING to you during sleep.

🟡 Escape is impossible, just don't even try, you won't get anywhere. Even if you somehow manage to escape the 2 cookies, the entire kingdom is constantly floating in the air, so unless you are ready to take the plunge, you wouldn't make it far.

🟡⚪ Overall, your stay at Vanilla Kingdom isn't good... But Hey, it always could be worse, right?

🔴 After you're not so pleasant stay with Pure Vanilla and White Lily, you are sent directly to Hollyberry Cookie.

🔴 In Hollyberry kingdom you will have the most freedom. While the kingdom's ruler is very much protective with you, she is more than confident in her ability to protect you.

🔴 The thing that makes her diffrent from other yanderes is that she won't try to hide you, quite contrary realy. She will show you off to everyone she can!

🔴 Hollyberry will also allow you to roam around her kingdom freely, you can go anywhere and talk with anyone you want! As long as you won't try to escape or flirt with anyone that is. It's almost enough to make you forget you are Basicly held captive.

🔴 She will also want you to meet her grand child, Princess Cookie! She is sure she'l love you ;)

🔴 Hollyberry Cookie will even give you your own room for your stay! Isn't that just so considerate of her? :) Ignore the fact its positioned right next to her's.

🔴 When it come to escaping... Well you definitly have a better shot at it here than in Vanilla Kingdom. Chances of succes aren't hight mind you, and even if you do manage to escape who's to say you manage to bit get caught again? She might even Ask Pitaya dragon for a small Favor if she fails to get you back for longer enough.

🔴 Either way, the stay at Hollyberry Kingdom is not too bad! Or at least no too bad when compared to others. Who knows, maybe you'l even manage to relax and forget you are essentialy trapped?

⚫ Next in the "getting to have Y/N over in their kingdom" line is Dark Cacao Cookie.

⚫ Dark Cacao Cookie like most of his friends is Overprotective and Possessive.

⚫ He doesn't want to lose you, whether it's to you escaping or getting hurt it doesn't matter, he will protect you. Even from yourself.

⚫ His protectivnes is actually somewhat justified, the Terrain where Dark cacao kingdom is placed isn't the safest place out there

⚫ He only allows his most trusted subjects to get near you, and Has them keep an eye on you whenever he can't do it himself.

⚫ Speaking of which, Dark Cacao Cookie makes you spend most of your time in his kingdom close to him, while he isn't very touchy he enjoys being this close to you.

⚫ He probably would make you wear a crown (Is it a crown? Well It look like one.) similiar to his one.

⚫ Escape altho theoreticaly not impossible, would be extremely difficult. There are many cookies patrolling the surrounding area, all of which are loyal to their ruler.

⚫ The stay at Dark Cacao Kingdom isn't very pleasuarble to say the least, but Hey there some positives. I mean, maybe you'l manage to befriend some of the cookies that were meant to keep an eye on you. They won't help you escape of course, but its always nice to have someone to talk to!

🟠 Finaly after staying with dark Cacao for a month you get to (by "get to" i mean are forced to) move once again. This time to Golden Cheese kingdom.

🟠 Golden Cheese Cookie is well... Greedy, and she doesn't want to share you or your attention with anyone else.

🟠 From the very moment you'l step into her kingdom she'l shower you in expensive gifts and other riches.

🟠 She'l force you to change whatever clothes you were wearing to ones that match her clothes.

🟠 Golden Cheese Cookie WILL show you off, but she wants your attention to only be on her and her alone.

🟠 She will always keep you close, no matter what she's doing. or if you even want to be close to her.

🟠 No one other than her is allowed to touch you, they can look all they want, but privilage of having phisical contact with you is only for her.

🟠 You also aren't given your own room, you are simply forced to share with her.

🟠 You won't escape, there just is no way when she is constantly right next to you. And even if you try to make a run for it. She can fly, and even (and that's extremly unlikely) you manage to escape from her kingdom, good luck getting through the dessert surrounding it.

🟠 Altho constantly being under her survailance isn't the most enjoyable thing, its always important to find the best in bad sitiations. In this case "the best" is the fact that Golden Cheese is more than happy to give you anything you want aside from freedom of course she won't give you anything you could use to help you escape, but it's still nice.

🍪 And so the cycle begins again, after the month you spent In Golden Cheese kingdom, you are once again transported to Vanilla Kingdom. The whole cycle will continue repeating over and over again for the rest of your life. Well, unless you somehow do manage to escape...

My first cookie run set of headcanons! I realy enjoyed writing these! And from now on I'l be also taking requests for Cookie run :3

[husbandhoshi]

Congrats on 3k!! You deserve it sooo much💌

If you have the time (and only if you have the time!) I would like to request a sort of a short bullet point fic. Or more so just your thoughts on the following: moving in with seventeen. Who is the one that labels every box? Who will live out of moving boxes for the next year. And yeah, just overall the vibes of new beginnings and promises😶‍🌫️

Pls only do write something if any of this inspires anything, if not pls don't feel burdened to write anyway!

I love your writing, so once again: congrats on the succes💗

seungcheol thinks it's one huge adventure. yes, he will be the person lifting the stupidly heavy boxes at the store. yes, he will make it a competition to build furniture as fast as possible (and race to take it all apart when you discover the desk legs are all different lengths because someone thought he could figure it out without the manual). even among the graveyard of boxes and bubble wrap and those huge styrofoam slabs he keeps chasing you with, seungcheol is happiest to lay with you on your bare, naked mattress (because he forgot to order sheets). he's planning what pictures of the two of you he wants to put on the walls. this is the first time he's owned a welcome mat and he's not even mad about it. it's all yours, together, and there's no bigger adventure than that.

his walk-in closet. bowls the perfect size for a portion of ramen, plus an egg. the lego taj mahal with two pieces missing that he insists will turn up sometime. these are some of the things jeonghan's not sure he can bring to your new apartment. it's not that he doesn't want to move in with you--he just doesn't know if he can. hell, you kissed him for the first time on the tiny futon in his living room, and he just learned it's too small for your new place. it's not until he watches you, later that day, play jenga with the toiletries on his bathroom counter because there's never been enough space for the two of you, that he realizes maybe it isn't such a bad thing to try something new. he imagines leaning you against a new sink, with that carrara marble you've been talking about, and he might even say he's looking forward to it.

you don't think there's a day you haven't seen joshua on zillow. look at my pinterest board, he'd say, and you wouldn't have it in you to ask how the hell you're affording that couch or if you really need a salt lamp that badly. you've lost count of the times your thursday nights consisted of a: your favorite chinese takeout and b: watching celebrity architectural digest videos. but joshua can't help it--to him, there's really nothing that would make him happier than waking up next to you in a bed you picked together. now if it was a midcentury modern canopy bed? even better. he can't wait to use his fancy little espresso machine to make your morning latte and grab your coat from the rack you got from that shop in LA before he kisses you before you head off to work. but they're all just things (pretty, shiny ones, albeit)--more ways he can show you the love you deserve.

junhui loves a good open house. early on in your relationship, you would dress to the nines before pretending to shop for a mansion you could never afford. junhui would comment on the door handles and the crown molding like he was a property brother, and then you'd finish the night off making out in the mcdonald's drive-thru. things are a little different now that you actually can afford a home. what if you end up not liking it? will you get tired of the wallpaper? will the closet be big enough? but surprisingly, none of this seems to matter when you walk into the house. (what's on your mind? you ask him. n-nothing, he says.) but he's really thinking about feeding you in that kitchen and spending the morning looking out those bay windows. how beautiful you'll look greeting him from that front door. needless to say, he's sold.

you find soonyoung hiding in the kitchen at your housewarming party. just an hour earlier, he was dumping cans of sparkling water in the jungle juice to make it more "adult" (as if it would erase the fact that an entire bottle of everclear had already disappeared into the mix). the hour before that, he was cleaning like a madman despite there not being much to clean yet. he held the duster the wrong way and you think he got more windex on the ceiling than on the windows. darling, what's wrong? you ask. his little, drunken hands wrap around yours so he can bring them to his cheeks. i just realized this is all ours. like, all of it, he wails, teary, and you realize he is far too many drinks down. it's only after you've sent him to bed with a water and a kiss that you really think about what he said. the hardwood floors, the duvet, the misshapen tiger plushie on the couch, him--all ours.

wonwoo is not an easy person to live with. the first three things he unpacked were, in order, his table, his first monitor, then his second monitor. then he ruined your perfectly curated aesthetic with his neon red keyboard and a gaming chair that would make any interior designer cry. the final straw is when wonwoo manages to kill the one and only houseplant you have, the single thing holding your home decor together. but he's trying, he really is. he's bought a silly little throw blanket for your couch (aren't the tassels fun? he says, wiggling the fabric between his hands). his ugly lamp has been replaced by a strange glowing cat light and there's a sticker on his computer tower. he buys a succulent and you have a little naming ceremony in your kitchen. and it lives, against all odds!

jihoon doesn't know the difference between a chaise and a sectional. cherry and mahogany look the same to him. and god forbid you ask him to choose between terrazzo and subway tile because he really thinks both of them look good and, no, he's not just saying that to make your life harder. jihoon isn't good at the hgtv stuff, but he's happy to move all the boxes. it's only when he's unpacking said boxes that he finally gets it. (the vase that came with the first bouquet of flowers he bought you. the record player you got him for your first anniversary, now fingerprinted, well-loved. matching valentine's day teddy bears, worn and baby pink.) you're standing on a stool stacked on top of another stool trying to hang a poster, and this is what home looks like.

seokmin wants to live in the ikea showrooms. you can't blame him--sometimes, when there's nothing better to do, you'll spend your afternoon in a bedroom that's not yours. seokmin will try on the lumpy blazer from the closet, and you'll beckon him to your sprawling king size bed, the one sat next to the painted on windows and floating shelves. honey, come to dinner, you'd say. he'll peek over your shoulder, arms wrapped around your middle, and you open the lid to a big, steaming pot of nothing. micke or lagkapten? you ask, completely unseriously. but he's thinking about it, really thinking about it. in his mind, he's building a home together, silly furniture piece by piece, counting down to the days when you really can agonize over plants and how many drawers you want in a desk.

when you got the keys to your new place, mingyu insisted you eat jajangmyeon to commemorate move-in day. unfortunately, he failed to account for the series of delays that led to you having absolutely no furniture to move in on said move-in day. but mingyu is nothing if not a man with a plan, so he runs to the store and buys the cheapest assortment of kitchen tools and ingredients for the world's most unlikely dinner. we really don't have to do this, you laugh, the backs of your legs cold on the kitchen counter. but i want to, he insists, holding out a spoon for you to taste. we have to christen the apartment. you eventually do christen it the right way (involving: lots of tongue, even more laughter), but you might prefer, just a tiny bit, the night you sat on the empty kitchen floor and fed mingyu out of a pan.

minghao has rearranged the living room four times now. every time you walk in, it feels like you've entered someone else's house. it doesn't look right, he says, hands on his hips like his life depended on it. you don't know how to tell him they all look right, every single version. in the first version, all cardboard furniture and plastic wrap, you gave up on deciphering the wifi setup and built a fort instead. the second involved an ottoman in the walkway, which you almost immediately stubbed your toe on (and laughed so hard you cried). in the third, the couch faced away from the adjoining room, and you accidentally spooked minghao so badly he almost broke his knitting needles. but it's all perfect, every iteration, because you're doing it together--a hypothesis he's more willing to believe when you shut him up with a kiss.

don't look now, but seungkwan is buying another doodad at your local sunday swap meet. it's a small painted figurine of a bear in a nightcap, which he simply points to and says that's me. you don't have it in you to mention the fact that you're currently unpacking his seemingly never-ending assortment of doodads and you couldn't possibly know where one more would go. it's only when you're getting ready for bed that you catch the little bear in the glow of the alarm clock light. there's already a turtle with a hat in the medicine cabinet (jeju, last summer). on top of the fridge, a woodcarving that says EAT. (tj maxx, 2 years ago. it still makes you laugh). even though you just moved, all these little seungkwan-isms make home a little more home.

you wouldn't call vernon a planner. his version of housewarming is watching you play the sims. but real life doesn't have nearly as much poolside drama or five story houses--just packing peanuts and 50 page appliance manuals. aren't boxes just drawers? vernon asked you one day. no, but that's how it always starts. two weeks after move-in, vernon cooks you breakfast with a pan procured from a cardboard box. by three weeks, you know the exact box everything is in. (you still haven't been able to find vernon's avril lavigne let go album, though.) it's only when you're eating dinner on top of the box that your dining table is in when you say, vernon, baby, i think we need to actually move in. he takes one look at you, who's wearing mismatched socks and his boxers because your shorts are underneath the tv box, and his smile nearly splits his cheeks. yeah, i think so too.

if you had asked chan what his dream house looked like, he would say it had a wraparound porch, a white picket fence, and a pool. your new apartment has none of those things. the length of your bedroom is a little more than one and a half times the length of his body and he's not even that tall. if he looks out the window he can see right into his neighbor's apartment (three cats and no bitches. almost like he's living next to wonwoo). and his feet stick out of the tub. but he's learning how to live in small spaces. he likes the squeeze of your bathroom, how you have to sit on the counter if you want to both brush your teeth together. he likes the bump of your elbows when you wash the dishes together. most of all, he likes falling asleep with you slotted to his side--even in your tiny bed, he wouldn't mind having you a little closer.

[miseryylane]

the forehead kiss scene is so obviously homoerotic but i feel like the tomgregs don’t talk enough the “wrestle me to the ground” scene. because there is NO explanation for that.

like yes, we know that tom is upset with greg because he’ll be leaving for parks and he won’t going to prison. you could read more deeply into that, but set it aside for a moment. tldr; our pathetic meow meow, tom wambs, has offered to go to prison for logan and he’s regretting it.

i believe the nero/sporus comparison is homoerotic enough on its own –– but one could play devil’s advocate and say that tom only wants companionship from greg because shiv has been offering him little to none. and because of the prison ordeal, he’s in desperate need of both companionship + emotional support. it’s been established that he projects the failures of his marriage onto greg, so –– fair enough? push your wife down the stairs, castrate your assistant. cool.

+ in a deeper sense, the nero/sporus metaphor is seemingly tied to tom’s feelings of emasculation. it’s no surprise that tom says this hours after he challenges shiv’s dominance in their relationship and loses ... miserably.

correct me if i’m wrong, but sexual practices in ancient rome were based on activity and passivity –– aka, masculine dominance and feminine submissiveness. (citing my classics prof for this, lmao.) from what i’ve gleaned, this dichotomy is what defined social views on homosexuality in ancient rome.

it would make sense for tom to read this story of an ancient roman emperor and be reminded of his desire to be more dominant/masculine in his relationships.

summarily, if he can’t be dominant in his relationship with shiv, he can be dominant in his relationship with greg. it’s an unromantic perspective, but ... oh well. succ isn’t too romantic to begin with. it would also be a way for tom to (unhealthily) reconcile with his romantic feelings toward greg. ie., sure, i’m attracted to him, but that doesn’t make me any less masculine. just think of nero the emperor!

it seems to me that tom wants to be seen as a masculine man. (as a matter of fact, he makes mention of his masculinity in the scene above.) which is understandable, given that his relationship with siobhan is depicted as very unequal. so yeah –– it could be written off as standard feelings of emasculation coming from a man, but honestly?

i’d argue that due to a lifetime of repression, internalized homophobia & some preconceived notions, tom believes that his homosexual desires make him less masculine. i believe it stems from his repressed homosexuality. like –– why else would he be so desperate to appear masculine, despite ... not being very masculine by nature.

(he may have even sought out this story in particular so that he could feel better about having these romantic desires for a man to begin with ...)

so that explains the nero/sporus reference.

but when tom says “wrestle me to the ground”, what is he asking for? as in, that is a genuine question. maybe i’m just tomgreg-pilled, but it really does seem like:

tom is just so desperate to know greg’s touch that he’s willing to wrestle him, like the nude men who fought in bygone stadiums. (something which conveniently relates to that book about the romans that tom mentions.)

he’ll never know his touch as a lover, tom tells himself –– so he’ll have to settle for this. after all, he’s being sent to prison and greg is all set for his new career in parks, where he’ll no doubt forget all about him. it’s now or never.

it’s an act of desperation.

and greg says no, understandably –– but tom persists. he’s worked himself up, fists raised, pushing greg up against a wall. a force of anger and repression. as usual, he’s just too much. he’s self-destructing. at last, greg stands up for himself tells tom to stop, which he does. it’s then the humiliation sets in. he’s humiliated himself.

and THIS –– this is when it comes full circle.

tom feels stupid and embarrassed, so he tries to make greg feel doubly stupid and embarrassed by mocking him. it’s a see-through attempt at saving face. downright childish.

he then looks spurned and troubled for a few moments before he shouts, “neither do i, greg! it was a JOKE, you idiot!” when it ... obviously wasn’t.

he’s the picture of someone who’s been rejected and can’t seem to take it: hurt and defensive.

it’s strange, no? tom bullies greg all the damn time and he’s never once thought to make excuses about it. he doesn’t feel an ounce of shame when he calls greg a coke whore in front of kendall. but this time –– this time he feels embarrassed.

and i immediately think back to their first conversation. the infamous “would you kiss me? if i asked you to?” because ... tom said that was a joke, too. maybe it wasn’t.

ALL I’M SAYING IS THAT I LOVE THIS SCENE. matthew and nicholas are goddamn phenomenal and i really hope season 4 brings us some closure in regards to the psychosexual power struggle that is tomgreg. ahhhh!

[ariel26c]

the thing that scares me more than anything in the world is what all of these success stories "i manifested a boyfriend!" and "i manifested weight loss" are just pure coincidence and could be explained in a logical way, and what if law of assumption is fake and neville goddard tried to sell a product that he never even believed in? i hope you don't take this as harm on you, i don't mean to harm you i just lately see these basic "success stories" and think to myself what if this is all a lie? we have zero proof that are hard cold and factual only "succes stories" of people behind anon mask.

I don’t believe in coincidences. Everything happens for a reason. When you think of texting a person and then they end up texting you first isn’t a coincidence, it’s thought transmission. It’s not coincidence that you keep seeing angel numbers or the same sign everywhere. There is always a reason.

Some things you just can’t prove and the only way you’ll know it’s real is when you experience it yourself. There is science behind this kind of stuff. There are plenty of experiments and books out there that talk about the power of your subconscious.

If manifestation is a coincidence then your whole life is full of coincidences because you’re always manifesting. If it’s all a coincidence then every success story as you say is a coincidence.

You don’t have to believe in manifestation for it to work. It’s doesn’t matter what doubts you have. I don’t know if you realize that there are plenty of things people can’t prove but still believe in.

All those “basic success stories” as you say could seem basic to you but for someone it could be a giant success. Maybe manifesting a boyfriend doesn’t seem like a big success to you but it could be for someone who’s struggled a lot with loneliness or bad luck in their love life.

There are so many different success stories out there not just about manifesting an SP or weight loss, there’s success stories about extreme appearance changes, revising someone’s death, etc.

Neville Goddard learned about manifestation through another man named Abdullah. He has success stories of his own. If Law of Assumption wasn’t real then there wouldn’t be people talking about how it worked for them and sharing their success stories. Again, you don’t need to believe for it to work.

I understand what you’re saying but why think of the negative? What if it’s real?? What if this isn’t just pure coincidences? Your doubts are valid and I don’t consider this as harmful to me.

Thank you for your question ♥️

[swabian-princess]

5 life lections with me

Hey girlies,

I’ve come across many delusional posts in the last few weeks and I‘ve wanted to put my two cents.

Please, take all of this with a grain of salt because I am only twentythree and not some old oracle.

Lection 1: You probably won’t marry a billionaire, no matter what you do  

I know, many feminity and levelling up influencers tell you that eveything is possible if you do this and that.

Some swear that manifestation works and some tell that Jesus Christ himself blessed them after they joined certain church groups.

Okay, but let’s speak facts: the chances that you’re marrying a billionaire are very low.

The chances that you’re marrying a young, good looking, wants you to be at stay at home girlfriend billionaire are even lower. Those men have their established social circles and tend to marry women within those circles. If you don’t have the right background, social network and education it’s nearly impossible for you to get in those circles.

However, your chances on marrying a handsome looking, appropriate aged man with a good paying job are very high if you put the work into it. I‘m talking surgeons, dentists, lawyers or engineers.

Lection 2: You have to do the work

My dear @memoirsofmimimango recently wrote a post about modern trends (highly recommend checking out her blog, she’s speaking straight facts.) and she touched the subject manifestation.

YES, manifestation can alter your thoughts and put you in a better headspace to stay motivated and reach your goals but that’s it.

You won’t get abs because you wrote it 36 times on a piece of paper, no. You’ll have to eat right and work out.

You won’t magically find your soulmate because you wrote down a character description of them and put it under your pillow, no. You’ll have to go out, meet people and actually talk to them in order to build a relationship, wether it’s platonic or not.

Lection 3: Learn from your mistakes and forgive yourself

Everybody makes mistakes. Everybody. Yes, maybe those mistakes hurt like hell and drag you back down to rock bottom but you have to move on.

You have to move on and forgive yourself, even if it hurts a lot and even if you loose people on your way.

Let’s say you fail 9 times but have succes at your 10th try – you would never know if you didn’t try it one more time.

Lection 4: Value friendships

I go out and make an effort to make friends and keep them. It is so important that you have a couple friends you can trust. Yet, like every relationship friendships are not build over night.

We live in a time with unlimited messenger options, please, for the love of god – text your friends. Call them. Ask them how they are. Make them feel important and valued.

Lection 5: Health is wealth

It is so important to be healthy. Physically and psychically.

I live in Germany and I am very privileged to have 40 paid vacation days. I schedule those days so that I can have at least a few days off every few months and time for a bigger vacation every six months so that I don’t burn out.

I also go out of my way to eat healthy, cook and prepare fresh food and try to stay away from drugs, alcohol and cigarettes.

I get bloodwork done regularly and supplement accordingly. I’ll have to work on my workout routine but I try to get my 10k steps in every day.

Don’t take your health for granted, you’re still young and many people only think about how they’ll look and feel when they’re 80+.

Well, but between your twenties and eighties there are also a few years and you still want to look and feel good when you’re 40 or 60, so work on your health.

Selene  

[acaribeau]

Ch 16 wasn’t the first time we traveled back in time

And I'm not talking about NB

Theory time! (And a little rant)

Too much text incoming

What if I tell you that the timeline that we see in cannon (specifically S1) wasn't the first time we lived that year? What if we repeated that year over and over until it came right, not for us (and definitely not for the neckless MC that died in Mammon's arms) but for Diavolo?

You don't believe me? Well, I have a theory...

In multiple times, the brothers had told us that "they wouldn't do something like that for a random human".

But they had, indeed, showed too much attention and attraction to a random human. (Yes, MC isn't completely human but if Angel!Lucifer couldn't see what they were, they just saw a random human with a nice soul). Some of them didn't do pacts at all.

Even Lucifer was flirting with MC (in the form of dead threats like a good demon 😈)

What if that was the remanant of the feelings that they built in the previous time-lines?

But Barbatos vowed to never use his powers... Wrong!

Yes, he vowed to never see the future again... For himself. Diavolo can have totally control over them, over Barbatos. He's his butler and he has vowed to serve him. If assuring the succes of the exchange program (the first step to Diavolo's dream of interdimensional peace) wasn't important enough to use his power, when could they use it?

Barbatos already used his powers in front of everyone in ch16. But... Wasn't too ideal that he knew that MC only needed 5 pacts? As if... He already saw them open the attic before? How did he knew he needed to warp time? Because I'm not going to buy that he leaded MC to Mammon's room by accident. How did they knew (or even suspect) that MC were descendant of Lilith? (And that we could revive magically by her).

Barbatos, ordered by Diavolo, rewinded time and time again that year for assure that neither of the exchange students died in that year (any dead could mean war, depending of how good is the relationship with the Celestial Real. We already saw the threats that Michael send to Diavolo through Simeon in S2).

And like a cerise in a cake, end that annoying and dangerous 'hate for humans' of Belphegor. (And assure again the loyalty of all the brothers for Diavolo at letting them know the reason behind Lucifer's pact was to save their sister)

All ended too good for Diavolo. But for achive that, MC had to gain the affection of the brothers, little by little, or one by one. By the time the cannon is happening, Barbatos already knows what to do without seeing the future...

Of course I'm not saying that all the pacts were for his direct intervention. Mammon's and Satan's were for prophecies (arguably Levi's. When have you seen Barbatos left something dirty for more than 5 seconds? But he wasn't in Levi's competition, so Mammon slipped... but that could be thinking too much) but he helped planning the retire for doing Asmo's pact (remember that they are very close friends, how could he not know how to push his buttons? He could even ask Solomon to lend MC his magic if he wasn't planning it).

And of course, probably that's how they knew about the prophecies of TSL (and why Diavolo avoided the final act, and made Simeon rewrite it), seeing things that no matter what he did, there were thing that always happened. Not in the same way, but inevitable and unavoidable things.

Now! For finishing this :

We all know how OM like to insert the media (normally Levi's animes and games) with long and uncannily titles that adjust too perfectly to the situation they are living.

Poor MC with so many prophecies in their life, I don't know how they aren't paranoid in all their elections.

So... Diavolo said this in a chat.

The actual theory

There were routes. Bad ending routes. We died many times, and in at least one we survived thanks to friendship Lilith's magic and freed Belphegor (in the same or separate timelines). We said what she told us, but something was incomplete, something was wrong and we died again.

Then Barbatos did the little things that could done to be sure that we made the pacts. The moment MC had the 5 pacts, an MC from another timeline came, opened the attic and returned to their timeline (because this Barbatos wasn't an asshole and made the portal door close to the attic).

Belphie, Beel and MC go to PH.

Belph is a prisoner.

MC didn't die.

Lilith doesn't tell them their message (No good Belphie here 😔 only hate).

Then, as things weren't as good as they could be, Barbatos decide to... Expand his options, bending time. How? Well... Being an asshole Making MC to change the past.

He knows MC has to die to "speak" with Lilith and a Belphie filled with blame of killing 'a part of' Lilith again is a good Belphie. A Belphie that won't start a masacre or war in the human world. So, he sends MC to Mammon's room, directly to the past brothers (why risk that MC could be sneaky enough to avoid them in the Hall? Throw them directly to them!) And the rest is history...

So... The questions that we all are thinking (or at least me)...

Will OM! Music Nightbringer give us that bad ending routes?

Will they connect that past-timeline with the present OM, doing this theory semi-accurate or completely wrong?

Will they finally explain the limits of Barbatos' powers? Or is he an ancient god without limits?

Were Mammon's instantly crush in MC product of a past timeline that neither of them remember?

Were Diavolo and Barbatos assholes? Yes

Will Simeon fall?

Will I ever overcome my ADHD and procrastination and write a fic about this theory?

Did I overthink too much an Otome game?

[gryphis-eyes]

⊙ Message from spirits

⊙ Welcome to this very simple but (I hope) useful pick a card, I know its been a while and here is my last attempt to get back to tumblr haha.I don’t have more to say , hope you’ll get the message that will light the fire in your !

⊙ How to pick a pile ? There are differents ways to do it, you can do a little meditation while thinking about the 3 images, you can also use a pendulum, remember to listen to your intuition while chosing and reading the messages those are general reading so not everything will be for you or it will ask you to interpret it based on your situation

◇ Deck used : Rider Waite, Shakespeare Oracle, Phenix Oracle

⊙ Pile 1 : The Cat

Cards ; 3 of cups, 6 of swords R " Tis true. The wheel is come full circle; I am here. ”

One day things go up and one day things go down, such is the nature of Fortuna’s actions. The cards are showing me those 3 muses singing with their cups full of sweet beverage while on the other side of the reading someone is struggling on their boat, going against this raging river’s flow. Some of you seems to be tired of life, you're always fighting, barely resting while other people seems to roam freely through life. Its not fair isn’t it ? I feel like the main issue here is that you're going through a though period and it affect your mental a lot, so of course our brain’s first move is to look at others and be like ”damn look at them, so happy and relaxed while im in this burning house”. Do not throw yourself heartlessly into this path which seems to be the only one, do not look at other, look at you. You might be afraid to do a specific thing (new project ?) Because others seems to do it better or the idea you got already have been done but listen to me ; nobody is doing things better than someone else, succes doesn’t mean its better it just mean it touch more people but it doesn’t mean it is made of quality. That’s why we always got people talking about underated movies, music etc, nothing is better, things are just different. What matter isn’t how amazing you'll do but rather how you will do it because you are not anyone else’s mind, look at the story of the hero with a thousand faces it has been done so so many times in fictions but people dont always realise it, why ? Because all of those fictions have been done by different people so that’s why lord of the ring is so different from star wars. To be honest I was thinking about telling you to go slower but the phenix cards are really telling you to move and just do it ! Be serious about this project wether it mean actually writing a story and publishing it or starting writing it, you got nothing to lose.

⊙ Pile 2 : The Owl

Cards ; 3 of swords R, hangedman ” for there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.To me it is a prison. ”

Ive heard ”a haunted heart” part from on the fence by tv girl in mind while reading your cards. I have no contexte about what happened to you but I can tell that it was a wild ride isn t it ? Sit down my dear its time to rest and listen. Whatever happened didnt happen out of the ”univers” cruelty or a ”blessing in disguise” what happened felt like an attack toward you (from your pov) wether its truly the case or not I dont know but I truly think the cards are reminding you to focus on the present since they are hiding the past from me. Do not search for the why, do not search for a blessing coming from it, what was good what was bad do not try to listen to thousand of readers who will tell you how to act (I mostly got those ”forgiveness” speech that every new ager are repeating). You dont need to focus on that past thing you need to focus on yourself and your needs from the present, not the needs you had 5 month ago. You should let your life calm down, put less effort in the world and put more effort for yourself wether its forcing you to have a self care moment or allowing yourself to have a lazy day or just sit down and do nothing but listen to music. The lyrics from ”after the storm” it carry the whole message im trying to give you. Basically, yes what happened suck but its not an excuse to give up on yourself.

⊙ Pile 3 ; The Snake

The lover, 3 of swords R

" The enemy increaseth every day; We, at the height, are ready to decline.There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures. "

It's time to risk it all my friend. I have no idea if It's a project, a ritual/spell (I get that most of you are into witchcraft or spiritual thing). See this snake going for the butterfly even if It's small and can avoid the snake’s strike easily, the reptile still go for it. It even look like the snake is using the obstacle in order to jump higher to catch the butterfly. (Idk why I get that you should try to watch samurai champloo). The advice here, is to look at everything that went bad or didn’t work in the past and ask yourself ”why” so now you'll be able to make your action more effective because you have grown a lot since the last time you try that thing or something similar. I feel a big burst of energy so its like everything is here, you just have to act. Like the snake, do not chase your goal or just walk around it until you saw the opportunity. Just go in front of it and strike ! With the Lover I see that this thing is dear to your heart or will light the fire in yourself again. You can do it, you have the power to do so, you can only gain good thing from this situation that will (above of making you happy) will heal something in yourself.

⊙

[plutoshaunted]

Something I think the first two seasons of Danny Phantom did very well was showing a natural progression of Danny's distrust and fear of his parents. It's also one of the most tragic things in the show imo.

At first, Danny believes his parents' love is unconditional. Of course they would love him no matter what. He even says to Vlad in Bitter Reunions "My parents will accept me no matter what."

It makes sense, Danny had always known his parents were obsessive about ghosts but with no ghosts to interact with, he didn't realize just how strong their bias was. Plus, as neglectful as the Fentons can be, they've always loved their children. Sure, he's apprehensive about their reaction, else he would have told them immediately, but he isn't very concerned about the possibility they would hurt him.

As season 1 progresses, Danny starts to have doubts. The first really visceral reaction I can remember him having to his parents is in My Brother's Keeper. Their glee in talking about hunting down the ghost at Jazz's school and ripping it apart molecule by molecule visibly distresses him.

Then, his parents start actively hunting him. And after Public Enemies and Control Freaks, it becomes more complicated with his reputation as Phantom is tanked.

In season 2, the conflict between Danny and his parents only escalates. I'm not going to list every instance, but there are numerous moments in season 2 where Danny reacts in fear, sadness, or anger to his parents' words and actions. I feel like Maddie and Jack also pull even further away from their kids this season too, which doesn't help. When they do express concern over his wellbeing, their help is often very misguided (like in Phantom Menace). But unlike season 1 we don't see them lament over how their kids are pulling away, they've become very focused on their ghost hunting.

In Reality Trip we get explicit confirmation that Danny is afraid of his parents hurting him if they found out what he was.

Sam: "Where are your parents?"

Danny: "Probably looking for me, or a scalpel to dissect me with."

and

Tucker: "We should contact your parents."

Danny: "And tell them what? I'm sorry I've been lying to you and please don't rip me apart molecule by molecule."

And really can you blame him? His parents have given no indication they would accept him as a ghost. He has been shot at, threatened, and insulted by his parents. Plus even if it was in an alternate universe, it's hard to forget Maddie strapping him down to a lab table and threatening him. This kid has major trauma that is not really touched on at all in the show.

I also find Jazz's reaction to Danny's secret interesting. She says its Danny's secret to tell, but it's putting him in danger not to tell them. Not once does she suggest telling their parents. Which really makes me believe Jazz isn't confident they would accept him either, and that she thinks it's safer to keep it from their parents.

In Reality Trip, Maddie and Jack do accept Danny, and Danny erases their memories. Which leads to a weird limbo in season 3. No longer are the Fentons portrayed as a real threat to Danny, in fact they barely interact with him as Phantom in this season. There's a lot of dynamics that suffer in S3, but it really feels like its just treading water. The only real highlight I can think of is the family bonding in Girl's Night Out. It makes me wish they'd let Jack and Maddie keep their memories and played out how this would impact their family dynamic. Or at the very least, have Danny reach out and try to make a truce with them and work on having them accept Phantom. Anything really would be preferable to what we got in S3.

And the reveal in Reality Trip was much more satisfying than the reveal in Phantom Planet, as Maddie and Jack are actually made to confront how they treated Danny and why he didn't trust them.

This is a kid's cartoon show, so at the end of the day, Jack and Maddie were always going to accept Danny. But in my opinion, the show was successful (until it wasn't) in playing up the horror of the situation and the fear that your parents will reject you for who you are.

Anyway, it'll be interesting to see how it plays out in the graphic novels.

[spilledmilkfkdies]

How do you think the wizards would act if there were embarrassed or flustered?

Hhhhhhhmmmmmmm

I'm guessing this is more so focused on embarrassed and flustered (affectionate), rather than their ways of dealing with full on shame (derogatory), but with the latter I'd honestly say they'd just get annoyed and pissy. Getting beaten by some freshly adult fairies as if they don't have hundreds of years of experience? Genuine anger and annoyance. All of them, because I can talk about Anagan being the best of them all I want, that doesn't take away from the fact that they're each comfortably positioned on differently sized high horses. They like the view. Now onto the main event.

Under non derogatory circumstances Ogron will just try to play it off, but depending on how much the cause of his predicament gets to him, he'll be noticeably less successful. Huffs, rolls his eyes, adjust his hair and whatnot. Mayhaps even a little bit of. Hand to face. Covering his mouth to give himself a fighting chance. If we dare.

Gantlos is too good at hiding it, unfortunately, unless you know what to look for. At most there are some nose exhales and a bit less eye contact- But try to pick up on that when he has the ultimate defense: Hat. Mans is a professional. Just because it's easy to miss does not mean nothing's happening though. I'll just put that out there.

Anagan blushes, let's start there. Lil bit of color in his face, ears if you're lucky, love to see it. He gets a bit giggly, attempts to drag others right down with him. With varying levels of succes. He enjoys not being the only flustered person in a situation, so what better defense than damning everyone else while he's at it.

Duman lacks the reasonable amount of shame to get easily embarrassed or flustered, he needed the space for ego. Huge downside to this is that often times actually getting to him is met by annoyance, no matter the context or the situation. Expect certain looks, comments, general pissy-ness. He much prefers being the one doing the embarrassing and flustering.

[sirianasims]

“Our little baby girl got married today, babe. You should have seen her. Beautiful. Zane is a good man, you were right about them. He’ll make her happy.”

“Daniel is such a great kid. So smart too, just like Cora. And Brie is expecting your third grandchild. Third! You can be proud, babe. Your family is doing well. And I… I still miss you every single day.”

The old house in Willow Creek is too small and too full of memories of Alex, so Don agrees to move to Newcrest with Cora and Zane. Zane has also sold his apartment in San Myshuno.

Cora is working late tonight, but Zane appreciates the extra bonding time with Daniel.

When it’s time for bed, Daniel insists on having grandpa Don read him a story.

Grandpa Don always does the best voices.

A few weeks later, Don is up late, enjoying the silence, and a cup of tea in his “world best grandpa” mug.

His thoughts are disturbed by the sound of footsteps on the stairs, and Zane appears.

“You still up? Mind if I join?”

“Sure, go ahead. Can’t sleep?”

“No, I’ve been tossing and turning for over an hour. I guess I’m a bit nervous about tomorrow.”

“What’s the succes rate for each IVF treatment? Something like 50%, right?”

“Something like that. And I shouldn’t be nervous, Cora is the one having the procedure. And we won’t even know if it has worked for weeks. It just feels… big, you know?”

“Zane, it’s understandable that you’re nervous. You never expected to have kids, right? And I know you love Daniel, but this will still be different.”

“How did you do it, Don? It wasn’t until Cora told me that I even realised that Brielle wasn’t your daughter. To me, you always seemed to be her dad. I don’t want Daniel to feel left out when we have another baby.”

“You’ll do fine. Honestly, what I did was simply deciding that Brie was my daughter. Sure, Johnny’s genetics were involved, and he did visit and spend time with her, but a child can have more than one dad, right?”

“From what I’ve seen, you already treat Daniel like he’s yours. And you don’t even have some guy with his genetics dropping by constantly to remind you.”

“I guess you’re right, but… Daniel is literally blue. It’s not like I can forget he’s not mine.”

“Zane, Brie literally has her father’s face. I was constantly reminded. The point is, it doesn’t matter. I was also Brie’s father. I never treated the girls differently.”

“You’re right. I’m sure it’ll be fine. Just promise to hit me over the head if I ever neglect Daniel.”

“Zane, you know I don’t hit people.”

“I know, I was joking. But honestly. I kinda wish you’d punched my dad back at the wedding.”

“Yeah, that was a mess. I’m sorry about all the drama.”

“You’re sorry? My dad should be sorry. That reminds me, Isa actually asked me to apologise to you. I think she’s too embarrassed to contact you directly.”

“I hope she laid off the champagne after I left.”

“Actually, our friend Conor ended up taking her home. I think they’re still seeing each other.”

“Anyway, thanks for talking me through this, Don. I better try to get some sleep so I can be there for Cora tomorrow.”

“Sure thing. Daniel and I will be crossing our fingers at home.”

“Good luck tomorrow.”

beginning / previous / next

[updownlately]

the way you guys are attacking the players (only seems to be barca) even though we only know the tip of the iceberg on this situation is crazy. we know nothing about what has been said after and during the whole situation. the las 15 thing was never gonna work to begin with when not all of them stood up together. the rfef had established the fact that vilda wasnt leaving whether they won or not, the only way change is coming now is with succes and support. acting as if the players didnt deserve to win and get success from a tournament they performed well in because of the coach and federation is so unfair.

hi! if you’ll see my posts i’ve never once discredited spain for their win. have i complimented them? no. but i have not in a single post said they don’t deserve it. i’ve seen all the games spain has played, they played well, wonderfully really.

what irks me as a viewer of the game is not technically the players themselves that bother me (even if it was, i’m within my own right to not like a player). my main issue with the cause at hand is not being true to your word and sticking up for what you believe in. it’s disappointed me greatly to see players who i looked up to take a stance, especially one as deep as this situation is, only to go back on their word. i value morals, values, and ethics. that's how i work. a handful of these players have gone back on what they believed in...and sure they may be right in their own sense but it doesn't mean i have to support it. for me, whether it be a player or a friend of mine who's done this, i would be stepping back from them either way. im choosing here to respect myself and what i believe in and support those that i feel best match who i am as a person.

and could i see where they’re coming from in terms of playing at the wc? yes. do i respect their decision to come back under a coach they’ve all claimed is toxic? when more than half the team has written down that they would like to have him removed as a coach? MORE THAN HALF? and yet, when it came time to double down, to really show how much of a poor impact he had on the team, only a handful did so.

the implications of the players that rejoined under the coach and those that were willing to is huge. it washes away everything they’ve fought for up to till this point. the hard work and sacrifices of not only themselves but also other players.

as for the only barca players being attacked…mate i’m genuinely not a liga f watcher, much less a real madrid watcher. i personally have been floating in and out of the woso space for years, focussing a lot more on the north american and then somewhat british side due to the north american players playing there. i've just recently got into the wsl and have watched maybe 5 games of barca bc a) i grew up in the messi era and have supported him, and b) all the hype surrounding alexia putellas.

i can't speak for other people, but that's my reasoning. im only mainly familiar with ona, aitana, and alexia, and they're the players that matter to me, that i once looked up to. the others, i mean this in the nicest way possible, i am indifferent to. its just the way it is. you can't care for everyone, and i am choosing not to.

you've said this: "the las 15 thing was never gonna work to begin with when not all of them stood up together. the rfef had established the fact that vilda wasnt leaving whether they won or not, the only way change is coming now is with succes and support."

i want you to take a look at usa's coach...the way he's left the team after their horrible performance. and you've said it yourself as well, this was never going to work when not all of them stood together. THAT IS THE POINT. that right there.

why have only a handful of players made sacrifices? why is only them sticking by their word? where are the rest? this is why im upset. that this could've had an impact. imagine what everyone would have been focusing on if 15 of spains key players were out? the talks that would happen. yes spain has more than 15 good players. but if you're missing names like bonmati, leon, alexia, etc....people would talk!

at the end of the day, it comes down to the all of this combined. and so no, i won't be happy with the fact that spain won. not one bit. im not even going to apologize for that. for me the true winners were teams that fought together and stood up together (looking at usa in the past years, england, nigeria, canada, jamaica, etc.).

spain's team has showed me they don't respect their values, morals, and ethics, and that is not something i can stand behind.

that's my take, hope it clears things up for you!

[rosietaeyongswife]

reflections | kim doyoung

GENRE: angst WC: 1.3k SUMMARY: we were too close to the stars. do you know when you’re going to come back?

 another rainy day made doyoung even sadder than he already was. whenever weather isn’t sunny, he feels very unmotivated. seems like weather and nature are against him today. 

“guys, have you heard?” mark lee, co-worker of doyoung, was shouting. “y/n was in an interview for times. her book became a bestseller in south korea and united states.”

 group of guys gave each other known look, and taeyong could only slap his friend arm, which was surprising for mark because he didn’t catch what he just said. mark was about to ask when he saw doyoung’s face. his older friend was looking away, pale and seems to be lost in thoughts.

“i heard of new restaurant being opened today. i think we all should go out for dinner after work.” johnny rolled his eyes at mark. “what do you think doyoung?”

“uhm?” he raised his eyes at johnny. “uh, yes sure.”

“then we’ll see at 7.”

“don’t think too much about it.” taeyong hugged his best friend. “we’re going out today so try to think about it. not about her.”

“i’ll try my best.”

 and with that, whole mood of doyoung was ruined. doyoung hated it, no matter where he is there’s always something which reminds him of you. last night he was walking by nigh club and some girl looked exactly like you. week ago he visited his mother on her birthday, and when he was buying flowers he noticed your favorite ones. no matter where he is, he hears as someone talks about you or your succes. 

“my mother made me go on a blind date.” jaehyun took a sip of his bear. “i swear to god, as soon as i heard that i had my head spinning. it’s not a first time my mother left me in a weird sitution.” jungwoo chuckled. “but besides that, i told her i don’t want to go so she yelled at me.”

“your mother is one and only, jaehyun.” taeil laughed. “i’m still waiting for her number tho.”

“taeil, shut the fuck up.” jaehyun gave him dirty look. “don’t try to hit on my mother, your dumbass.”

“did you go out or not?” haechan rolled his eyes. “be quicker with your silly story.”

“yes, i did.” he smiled proudly. “she told me, she won’t talk to me unless i try her out. we met few days ago, and surprisingly it went pretty good. she’s very nice, brave and smart. besides, she looks like a real life queen.”

“you hit a jeckpot.”

“yes, we’re going on next friday again.”

“am i the only single one?” jungwoo raised his hand while others laughed.

“no, me too.” yuta and haechan raised their hands.

“and me.” doyoung gave them little smile. “it’s feels great to be single again.”

“of course, being single is so fun. i don’t have to worry about doing anything, i don’t have to save money or remember stupid things.” haechan said with a smirk on his face. “and i am not a damn simp like some of you.”

 taeyong looked at younger friend in disbelief.

“it’s atucally sucks, i wish i had a girlfriend.” yuta pouted. “i feel like i should settle down.”

“good for you?” jungwoo laughed. “i am glad to be single, right?”

“amen.”

 doyoung was laughing along with his friends but he couldn’t pay much attention to whatever they were talking about. again, his mind was all foggy of your image. almost like you’re here with him. just two of you, together and happy in your own, small world.

 life’s writing the crulest scenarios for some of people, and doyoung was now one of them. life with you was magical. both of you were meant for each other, and there was much of happines. maybe two of you were too close to the stars? maybe both of you were too good for each other, so that’s why you had to part your ways. 

 sun down at glade was the last time doyoung and you have spoke.

“i love you.” doyoung kissed you, while you were talking about your new idea for a book. “i’m sorry to interrupt you now, but it’s really important.”

“of course, go on.”

“i can’t be with you anymore. i just hold you back, look at me. i’m doing very bad in my life, and i wish to disapear.” your eyes were watering. “i’ve tried everything and my fatigue only made it worse for us. i don’t want you to spend your life besides someone who can never find peace.”

“doyoung, what are you talking about? i don’t care, you’re my happines. you’re my world and i don’t mind you at all.”

 you tried to hug your boyfriend but he backed off.

“i, i-i don’t know what else to say. i want you to be happy.”

“doyoung, if you-”

“i am honest. i want all the best for you, so please.” he stood up. “let’s stop talking to each other. let us be past.”

“doyoung, but i can’t. i love you too much.”

“i love you too, but you can’t waste time with me. you’‘re going to be big one day while i stay me. small kim doyoung.”

 since that day nothing was the same. your life turned upside down. few years of solid relationship with your love and it’s gone. like someone broke the balloon you were living in. 

 past two months you had hopes he’d call. doyoung would show up with his lovely smile, and you could talk for another nonsense for hours again. doyoung would hug you and review your stories. that;s all you wanted. he could reach out but he never did. 

 there wasn’t second person like kim doyoung. seems like a confident guy but deep down he has his own battles. he’s shy person who can talk about serious stuff only to his closest friends. someone you can count on whenever you needs to. he had never let you down. he had weird hobbies, and amazing voice. his singing made you feel like on a cloud nine. 

 he should, could but he never would do whatever you were dreaming about. for you it was his cruel behaviour but you didn’t get to chance to know other side of doyoung. 

he was hurt deep down. he believed and gaslighted himself into thinking he’s bringing you down. doyoung’s bad days were worse, and he thought only about you. about how he’s not good enough. how empty he can be. 

“i’d watch match. today’s barcelona versus real madrid.” jungwoo whines. “please, johnny can you turn tv on?”

“sure dude.”

 johnny turned tv on, and there was break between match. some ads come in, and no one paid attention until familiar voice was heard.

“i wrote it book in a month to be fair. i had much more content to create but events that have happened during my writing process, lead me to write new story. i was writing day, night for a whole month. i can tell you, that main character is pretty much mirror of my feelings and situations.”

“so, you’re admitting that story of anne and daniel happened in real life? based on a true feelings?”

“yes, that’s true. i wrote that book with though of some boy who is very close to my heart.”

“i’m so sorry.” interviewer gasped. “i had no idea that so sad story would happen in real life. wasn’t it tough? as we all know, there was no happy end for daniel and anne.”

“of course it was. i hope one day, ‘daniel’ read the book and think about all the good times we spent together. i miss him still and..” you stopped. “and that’s it.”

 interview ended due to match. doyoung’s heart was pounding while everyone was speechless. you were literally everywhere and now you were talking about how your book was inspired by yours realtionship.

“i wish she could come back. i want to fix things-”

“doyoung, she’s-”

“no. i don’t care. i miss her so much.”

 doyoung broke down which surprised majority of guys. they tried their best to stop their friend from crying which was pointless. kim doyoung is madly in love, and he’s waiting until you come back but there’s no much chance.

[spikedsoul]

maid's worst nightmare - ch 21

back already with another chapter! just some good fluff this time. bowser is a sleepy southern man, fight me

previous chapters

@sovereign-of-succ

You stirred a little as you slowly came back from the world of sleep; it had been ages since you slept that well, and you weren't really keen on the fact that your body was forcing you to wake up. Waking up meant you'd have to leave the cozy warmth you were nestled into and the comforting weight on your chest. Even the warm air that was rhythmically brushing across the side of your face was nice, even though it smelled a little like–

Right, like ash and burnt logs. You turned your head to the side and cracked an eye open, taking in Bowser's sleeping face; he'd ended up on his stomach, again, face angled toward you. He looked almost adorable while he slept…

You forcibly kept your thoughts in check before they went too off the rails. To distract yourself, you reached a hand over to pet his snout, and realized that the weight on your chest was actually his arm, draped over you in a defensive manner.

Oh boy. Did Ludwig talk to him yesterday, too? Had Bowser caught feelings? Well, obviously he liked you enough to want you to visit, but how deep did that run?

You sighed softly to yourself, tracing the curves of his muzzle with your hand and enjoying the feeling of the bumpy but soft scales beneath your fingers. As much as you hated nebulous feelings and thoughts, it wasn't like you could do anything about them but wait and see what happened. Either he fell for his captive, or not. And you'd either fall for your captor because he treated you like a person that mattered, or not. You liked him just fine but you weren't sure about anything beyond that.

You'd be okay just being friends. Hopefully.

As you pet him, the king koopa tried to nuzzle into your hand, the tip of his tongue poking out between his teeth in an unconscious bliss. You couldn't help a warm smile; that was much more endearing than it needed to be but goddamn was it adorable. The mighty king of chaos, reduced to a happy blep at your touch. A fuzzy, warm feeling nestled its way into your heart at the thought.

After a few minutes, Bowser finally inhaled and let out a long, rumbling sigh, his eyes slowly drawing open as he returned to consciousness. His inner eyelids took a moment to slide out of the way, but when they did he locked his sleepy gaze with yours.

"Mornin'," he mumbled gruffly.

"Morning," you returned softly, making yourself hold his gaze. You were glad you did because a moment later his eyes closed again, meaning you didn't have to feel bad about looking away. "...Sleep okay?"

"Better'n usual."

You looked up at the ceiling, nodding; you weren't sure where it came from, but you kinda liked how his accent seemed thicker.

"You?" He shifted to lightly press his nose against your cheek.

Very briefly, you considered not being honest, but immediately chided yourself for even thinking that. Bowser deserved better from you, especially after pulling you out of the worst terror you'd ever had.

"Same, actually," you murmured, rubbing the top of his nose gently.

The two of you let silence settle between you. It was comfortable, natural, almost relaxing if your brain wasn't trying so desperately to overthink things. A few long moments passed before Bowser shifted again, this time setting his chin on your chest, his arm now across your thighs.

"You're like a giant needy dog," you mumbled, eyes flicking to look at him. Though his eyes were still closed, he had a smug smile stretching his lips back. Without looking at you, he brought his other arm up and around to start combing his claws through your hair like the night before; you didn't have any complaints, quietly soaking in the comfort.

"Never had a lazy mornin' like this so I'mma enjoy it how I want," he replied. His tail lightly pulled at the covers as it flicked. "And since I'm a king, I get what I want."

"Cocky bastard," you chuckled, "you sure it has nothing to do with intentionally squishing my boobs?"

He snickered quietly. "They just built-in pillows so might as well make use of 'em since you clearly wasn't." He rubbed his chin against your chest for emphasis and you squeaked indignantly.

"King Bowser Koopa, it's too early for this weird shit!" You had no idea if he had a full name so you just did your best with what you knew. He only cackled softly, though, and opened an eye to look down at you as you reached up to grab a horn.

His lip curled up and over a few fangs in a sneer aimed down at you, but you didn't miss the amused look hidden in his eyes. "Careful, sweetheart. I ended up likin' that li'l shake ya gave me a bit too much," he purred; it practically rattled your ribs since he was basically on you. You… didn't entirely hate it.

Although your cheeks tinted pink, you rolled your eyes at him. "Of course you did. On a totally different note that isn't vaguely sexual, what are my chores today, your royal neediness?"

"Hmm…" He sighed heavily in thought, closing his eye again in a clear sign that you wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. "Check on the kids after breakfast, then I guess keep fixin' my clothes. Nothin' else too urgent. Got an hour or so before that, though, so I hope you comfy."

"I'm gonna be stuck here for another hour?" you whined, feebly pushing at his head.

He grinned wickedly. "Unless ya want help with that bath 'n massage…"

"Oh, uh, suddenly I feel like I'm made of lead, so I'm okay to lay here until feeling returns to my limbs, thanks."

He snickered as he nuzzled you gently, but at least didn't keep pushing. It had yet to dawn on you that he was flirting, or else you probably would've had a stronger reaction to everything that had just happened.

You were still content to convince yourself he was just trying to get a rise out of you instead of being serious.

It was more comfortable that way.

Another silence fell, just as comfortable as the other one. You let your eyes close again as you slid your hand from his horn to his mane, fingers threading through those silky locks. Honestly, this was really nice - whatever happened, it seemed you both had each other now to turn to for comfort.

You'd been starting to suspect that like you, Bowser had been a little touch starved, hence why he seemed so needy this morning. But you didn't mind. It was kinda nice to be needed and wanted by someone you knew wouldn't hurt you. You'd only known the man four days but you would absolutely put your life in his hands. He'd proven to you twice already that he was serious about protecting you from Rodney, even if one of those times was just a night terror.

And, even though he enjoyed teasing you, he'd largely kept to his word about not getting too physical, or if he did he'd backed off quick enough before you were actually uncomfortable. Despite being a villain, he seemed like a genuinely good man to you, if a little conceited because of his kingly status.

Although you weren't keen to break the spell, something nagging at your brain had to be clarified. “Can I ask you something?” you asked softly.

He hummed softly in sleepy, cozy curiosity.

“You’ve called me ‘sweetheart’ three times now, but why?”

He sighed, but didn’t even open his eyes. “Gotta call ya somethin’, right? And since you refuse to give anyone your real name, ‘sweetheart’ it is.”

Well, alright. That was a pretty decent reason, and you couldn’t help a little grin. Maybe someday you’d tell him, but for now it was getting pretty funny to see how many names you could rack up.

Bowser chuffed and tucked his nose right up against your neck - you could still feel it twitching as he sniffed. This was probably the happiest, or at least most content, you’d been around him, so you weren’t totally surprised that he wanted to smell you (as weird as it was). No doubt it was some sort of fresh air from your fear, so to speak.

“Ya smell so sweet when you happy,” he said softly.

“You say the strangest things to me,” you smiled, but took the compliment. Compliment? Sure, compliment. You forcefully ignored how his lips brushed your neck when he spoke.

“Well, get used to it, darlin’. Just ‘cause you can’t smell it with your pitiful nose don’t mean it ain’t true.” He chuckled softly, another soft tug of the blankets alerting you to another tail flick. “Now hush. Still got a li’l while before breakfast and I wanna doze.”

[womanexile]

The same way l*rries hate Harry, but love Louis, is the same way g*ylors hate Taylor, but love Karlie. And it's so so annoying cause they aren't treating them as human beings in the slightest but claim that they love them at the same time.

Also, the l*rries have always been insecure and jealous about Harry's achievements, because Louis doesn't have any and because they are Louis' fans in the first place. (No streaming records, no sales records, no grammys etc etc. )

And btw even if those aren't as important to determine whether you're a good artist or not, in the music industry all these records and awards determine success and are important to record labels and how much they want to promote you and l*rries know that. It's a business at the end of the day, so money matters and so do the achievements. As Harry said, no one can tell you you're not successful if you're happy what you're doing, but l*rries compare the both of them and try to victimize Louis in some way and minimize Harry's succes. The way one of them tweeted that now that Harry's tour is over Harry is gonna step back and let Louis shine just shows that. Also their excuse that Harry will never publicly show up at Louis' concert cause he'll take all the attention from him and doesn't want that, but at the same time they want him to be there AND say that he is there with him, but just hiding cause they can't be seen, but they want them to be seen, but these 2 GROWN MEN aren't allowed to, doesn't add up. They go back and forth, round and round in circles saying the same things over and over again for over a decade now. It's exhausting. It's kind of admirable them being this committed to something, even if that something is really harmful to their faves personal relationships.

Another thing I don’t understand is if they hate Harry so much why do they want him with LT? They’re always talking about how HS is breaking LT heart with all his “stunting”. Like go find a ship where you actually like both people.